Helplessness

Victory POV

I am in a pitch-black vacuum. alone and afraid. Suddenly, I hear a distant drone of an aeroplane. A ray of hope for rescue and civilization gives me willpower. I call out at the top of my lungs for help. The plane draws nearer and its lights illuminate the whole place. I notice that I am at some beach with a very still pitch-black ocean. This strikes me as odd for I know oceans are normally blue. I brush it off thinking it's probably because the night is too dark.

The logical part of me wants to question how and why I am at this location but still the drowsy me has no intention of finding that out. The plane keeps descending and the relief in my heart makes me delirious. Just as it gets a few feet to touch down, the plane is suddenly engulfed in huge flames. The whole place shines like daylight. The glow forces me to shut my eyes for a while till a gut curdling scream forces me to snap my head, directing my vision to the plane. The sight before me knocks all my breath away. Right there within the flames, I see my fiance, Logan and my twin babies. I jolt up and start running towards them.

I intend to save my family. But as I near the plane, Something pulls me from behind and I fall.

Not wanting to be deterred, I get up again and start running. However, this time, I am just running at one spot. I am breathless but still not moving an inch. It's as if I am just jogging at the same spot. Frustrated, I let out an earsplitting scream of anger but whatever is holding me back, finds that amusing.

Wicked cackling fills the air and drowns Logan's screams for help. I slump down after realizing that whatever entity has me in a vice, was not letting me go. I watch helplessly as my family burns to ashes. Logan kept screaming until his last breath. I could have helped, but the thing that was holding me back was way too strong. I curse myself for being so weak and so helpless.

"You killed the Victory. You are too weak!"

The hideous raspy whisper again. This is the same ghastly bonny fingered man who scared me in the house. I remember him leaving and me drifting into unconsciousness. How then has he managed to invade even my unconsciousness? This is all so confusing. Anger consumes me and I turn around abruptly. Ready to lash out at my captor but what I see leaves me utterly frozen. Right in front of me is a skeletal being with no flesh whatsoever. The eyes are just hollows of nothingness. He has a rope and then the note is holding me in place. It's illogical. I am a scientist and everything should have an explanation. But right now, I have neither answer nor an explanation. It's all too weird and surreal.

I muster whatever little courage I have in me and ask. However, my voice comes out like a tiny croak.

"Who are you and what do you want with me?"

"That's for you to find out little one."

With that, he hauls me up effortlessly and throws me straight into the vast, pitch-black ocean. I scream helplessly and before I know it, I hit the ice-cold water. Some of it enters my mouth and I choke on it. I try swimming up only to realize that my legs are still tied up. I try kicking both legs in a bid to propel myself upwards to no avail. The water starts swirling around me with so much force and in an instant, I get sucked in.

My lungs can only take so much and I can feel life seeping out of me. What a shitty way to die! I cannot fight it anymore therefore, I embrace death. Besides, what's there to live for? Just as I am about to breathe my last, I am hauled back up with so much force that it's a blur.

"Too weak. No willpower at all. Too plain and downright boring."

With that, the skeletal man spits a big blob of saliva that keeps floating toward me. I shudder inwardly whilst puking all the water out. Just as I inhale the much-needed air, the blob of saliva reaches me and expands to a much bigger size. Though still weak from my near-drowning experience, I scramble up and start running.

The evil cackling invades my mind this time. It's as if it's only in my mind. The mind invasion gives me such shock that I stumble and fall clutching my head. It gives me an instant headache. I watch as that green, slimy blob lazily floats towards me. As it gets closer, spine chilling fear paralyzes my whole body. It now looks like a giant head with eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

In the same raspy whisper, it begins to torment me.

" You can run weakling, but you can not hide. I will still catch you."

I start panicking and scream hysterically though it does nothing to deter the green blob ahead. It only seems to fuel its hideous guffaw. Once it reaches me, it opens its mouth so wide and swallows me. I say swallow because it had no teeth. Therefore, it could not chew me or bite me. At the same time, without a body, it could only play around with me in its deplorable mouth that smells so awful.

I start feeling dizzy from being rolled around as well as from the foul smell. I start gagging then without any warning, I throw up whatever little was left in my belly. It immediately spits me out and roars in anger.

"You filthy good for nothing wench!"

"That's enough for now Blubber!"

I am surprised at the new voice. I turn around and peek. There in front of me stands a well dressed middle-aged man in a black Italian suit. He looks so prim and proper and my body reacts funny to him. All fear unknown I notice that just looking at him arouses an intense sexual urge in me. A feeling so foreign to me. One that I am sure I never felt even with Logan. I squirm uncomfortably and he smirks.

"Go freshen up Vic. You reek !"

The statement is said in such a cold and menacing voice but it still turns me on.

What's wrong with me! I scream helplessly internally trying to get a hold of myself. Who in their right mind gets such wanton desires in such a horrid situation? The new guy tips his hand for me and light so blinding covers the whole area. I blink thrice till my sight adjusts. The next thing I know, I am huddled on my bathroom floor naked. Next to me is a note scribbled in cursive writing. Only four words in bold red ink.

'FRESHEN UP. YOU REEK!'

I quickly scramble up and turn on the shower. I take the much-needed bath till I am sure I've scrubbed myself raw. I step out of the shower and put on my own. I check my bedside watch and see that it's almost six in the morning. I sit at the age of my bed pondering on all that has happened. I brush it off as being a nightmare. But a part of me argues that conclusion. Who then wrote the not with the same words that the intruder uses? Why was I on my bathroom floor and naked? Could it be I slipped and hit my head when I wanted to take a shower? Plausible but still doesn't explain the note.

I then remember that last night everything started in the kitchen when I was making my dinner. I rush downstairs and what awaits me sends utter, revolting fear straight through my bone marrow. Right there on my front door are vomit and my soiled clothes. I slump down in utter helplessness. The main question in me was;

'What is going on with me?'

As I am all alone, no one will answer me. I will myself get up so I can clean up when another note on top of the table catches my sight.

"Perfect candidate. Clean up and make sure to eat well. Welcome to the world yonder little one."

Just like before, I feel lightheaded and blackout.